Conversations with Time

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 we sold our voices to the loudest thieves. we wore their machines like second skins. 

we climbed the creaking stairs in search of Bethlehem. 

time flows in stuttering stitches and empty cups. a slouching grief that chafes against the panic of touch. 

a long series of zippers with our flesh caught in their teeth. 

monsters expelled from paradise. 

we go everywhere and nowhere. trapped in a irrevocable conceit. 

the corners ask our names. but they no longer belong to us. 

the distance grows impatient. smeared lipstick and honey on the cheeks of weakening assassins. 

we are simple. spent matches at the crux of the flame. 

we are merchants of a desperate equation. building our world with borrowed bricks. 

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